Shelli's story
(Chapter 2: The artists from hell)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any characters from it.
"Talking"
'Thinking'
Flashback
The same blinding light poured into the dim room. A figure appeared in front of me just as Pein had. I sighed.
'There was no way I am gonna live through this.' I thought.
The figure advanced on me, until it stood a few feet away.
"Hi, un." The voice greeted me.
I guessed by the voice that it was a male.
"Sup?" I asked.
He turned his face to the light. I could see it clearly now; he had long blond hair. Part of it was in a ponytail. He had really pretty blue eyes, and by the look of his headband he was from the rock village.
He shrugged and sat down next to the chair I was in. "Not much, un." He replied.
"I'm Deidara by the way un." He added as he leaned back against the wall.
"You seem less serious then the faggot that was just in here." I laughed.
He smiled at me.
"I was new once too. I know how it feels, un." He replied
I stood up.
"So, why pick me?" I asked. "Aren't there enough Akatsuki?"
Deidara let out a chuckle. "You sure do get to the point, un."
"Answer me." I demanded.
He growled. "We had ten Akatsuki in total at first. Then Orochimaru left, now there are only nine… and Tobi, we need a new member, un."
"Why not just ask Tobi?" I asked.
He scowled. "Because Tobi is retarded, un!"
I smirked. So far the Akatsuki weren't as 'scary' as everyone had told me.
Deidara got up and walked up to me.
"Well I better go, un." He said as he began to walk to the door.
"Wait!!" I yelled.
He turned around to face me. "What?" He asked.
"Do I have to meet all nine of them?" I asked.
"Well, our only girl member is on a mission, so technically you only have to meet eight of us, un" He replied and opened the door.
I smiled and ran up to him. I jumped and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks!" I yelled as the blushing blond exited the room.
I yawned and leaned against the cold wall in the 'room'. The door creaked open again. This time, a redhead entered the room. He carried a small puppet.
I cringed, I HATED puppets.
I yawned again and he walked toward me.
"So… you met Deidara?" He asked in a board, and kind of annoyed voice.
"Yes I did Mr. Grumpy." I replied.
"Just call me Sasori." He growled.
"Did you make that?" I asked, pointing to the small puppet he held in his hand.
"I'm still working on it." He replied. "Deidara and I are artists in the Akatsuki."
I smiled. "I love art."
He looked at me. "Is it fleeting or eternal?" He asked.
"Uhh what are you talking about?" I asked cocking my head to the side.
"Art, is it fleeting or eternal?" He asked again.
I thought a minute. "I guess both… It can be fleeting when destroyed, but that is just all the more reason to appreciate it while it lives. And, it is also eternal; it can hold memories and things of the past that can teach the future." I finally replied.
He looked stunned. At first I thought he was surprised because I had said all of that in one breath, but then he spoke.
"Deidara and I always fight about that. I say it is eternal, he says it is fleeting; we never had anyone say it was both. Thanks."
I smiled. "No problem buddy."
He turned away from me. I still had a question for him though.
"So can you and Deidara do any special jutsu?" I asked.
He turned to me again. "Deidara has mouths on his hands and can make moving sculptures he can explode. And I control puppets."
"Sweet!" I squeaked.
He chuckled as he exited through the door. "By the way… I am a human puppet."
My eyes widened as he left the room. "EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!" I yelled. "CREEPY PUPPET BOY!!"
Well I hope you liked chapter 2. Please review. If you do, you get a cupcake! I will put the next chapter up soon. Bye!
(Next chapter: Immortal kiss)